In a continuation of the ever popular game – “where are the friggin’ eggs?” – yesterday I spied an egg by a leg of our rabbit hutch.
“Sweetheart, go grab that egg,” I told Emma. Emma dutifully went over to gather the egg, but when she got there she stopped and turned to me.
“Uh, mom, I think you should see this.”
I got up from my chair and walked over preparing myself to see a strange egg or even worse, some kind of creature trying to eat the egg. SNAKE!!!!
When I got there I saw nothing. Just an egg on the ground.
That’s when she said to look closer. I leaned forward and near the egg, I saw this.
And then I picked up the crate and saw this.
Those tricky, tricky ladies – always keeping me on my toes.
Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com
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